Heron at dusk…I took this photograph from my dinghy the other evening and then last night, as rain drizzled, I walked up the pier and startled him and so he took flight over the creek, screeching into the night, making me feel in touch with some primeval force.. He seems to have found himself a home here.

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”

― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

Sometimes it seems I struggle to understand when understanding is not necessary. A childhood friend recently told me,

”Girl! Is you still trying to make sense of it all? You’ve been doing that since you were just a wild little tomboy in the country. Some things are not meant to be understood. They are meant to be

experienced and felt. I told you that fifty-five years ago.”

Then he just laughed, told me to lighten up and go back to rowing my little boat and wandering the woods just for the mere pleasure it brings me, and so I did.

Today, let’s lighten our load and have a day of simplicity where we find the universal elements enough and find joy in a bird’s nest or a tiny wildflower blooming along a creek bank, or even a moment of quiet.

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Love, Light and Laughter,

Zahn